If you were C6, and i were H12, all we would need is the air we breathe to be sweeter than sugar...
I wrote your name in the sky; a cloud removed that. I wrote your name in the sand; air blew that away. I wrote your name in my heart and nothing can remove it.
Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists a cauchy sequence that does not converge.
My love for you is like the derivative of a concave up function because it is always increasing. We're going to assume this concave up function resembles x^2 so that slopes is actually increasing.
I want to tell you your fortune. [Take her hand and write your phone number on it.] Your future is clear.